- Poetry In pain

faramirs:

#its ridiculous how much i love this pairing IT SET THE BAR FOR ALL OTHER PAIRINGS EVER I THINK

#THIS FUCKING SCENE #DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND #DO YOU GUYS KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT THIS SCENE #he’s a loser kitchen boy who wanted to be a part of the glittering royal world #and he risked his life to save the princess who had never acknowledged his existance #and he even stood up to ARMED GUARDS TO KEEP HER SAFE #and then he turns into a bitter man #and he ends up falling in love with this girl he barely knows and he doesn’t want to #AND SHE TURNS OUT TO BE HIS LOST PRINCESS #AND SHE CAN’T REMEMBER ANYTHING ABOUT HER LIFE /BUT SHE CAN REMEMBER HIM/ #literally curled up and crying about it #i hate this movie so much

Reblogged from lymeriant (Originally from idaholm)

lonewolfheart:

wartortles:

im like horny for 30 hours a day

**correction. 69 hours a day**

thats just stupid theres not even 69 hours in a day

Reblogged from peoplemagazine (Originally from wartortles)

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Reblogged from afairytaleforyou (Originally from togifs)

i don't like him
i don't like him
i don't like him
i don't like him
hi
sweet jesus why are you perfect

Reblogged from istalkfashion (Originally from bruized)

Reblogged from spontaneousattimes (Originally from christinahendricks)

Kitty has taken over the couch you may sit around but not too close. #kitty #osamabinkitty #cat

osamabinkitty kitty cat

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Reblogged from tastefullyoffensive (Originally from tastefullyoffensive)

crystallized-teardrops:

zerenitea:

It will take just 37 seconds to read this and change your thinking..

Two men, both seriously ill, occupied the same hospital room.

One man was allowed to sit up in his bed for an hour each afternoon to help drain the fluid from his lungs.

His bed was next to the room’s only window.

The other man had to spend all his time flat on his back.

The men talked for hours on end.

They spoke of their wives and families, their homes, their jobs, their involvement in the military service, where they had been on vacation..

Every afternoon, when the man in the bed by the window could sit up, he would pass the time by describing to his roommate all the things he could see outside the window.

The man in the other bed began to live for those one hour periods where his world would be broadened and enlivened by all the activity and color of the world outside.

The window overlooked a park with a lovely lake.
Ducks and swans played on the water while children sailed their model boats. Young lovers walked arm in arm amidst flowers of every color and a fine view of the city skyline could be seen in the distance.

As the man by the window described all this in exquisite details, the man on the other side of the room would close his eyes and imagine this picturesque scene.

One warm afternoon, the man by the window described a parade passing by.

Although the other man could not hear the band - he could see it in his mind’s eye as the gentleman by the window portrayed it with descriptive words.

Days, weeks and months passed.

One morning, the day nurse arrived to bring water for their baths only to find the lifeless body of the man by the window, who had died peacefully in his sleep.

She was saddened and called the hospital attendants to take the body away.

As soon as it seemed appropriate, the other man asked if he could be moved next to the window. The nurse was happy to make the switch, and after making sure he was comfortable, she left him alone.

Slowly, painfully, he propped himself up on one elbow to take his first look at the real world outside.
He strained to slowly turn to look out the window besides the bed.

It faced a blank wall.

The man asked the nurse what could have compelled his deceased roommate who had described such wonderful things outside this window.

The nurse responded that the man was blind and could not even see the wall.

She said, ‘Perhaps he just wanted to encourage you.’

Epilogue:

There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.
Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.
If you want to feel rich, just count all the things you have that money can’t buy.
‘Today is a gift, that is why it is called The Present .’

The origin of this letter is unknown, but please pass it on.

Share it with friends and tag them so the cycle continues … Do not keep this letter … You could change a life too